The Solstice has passed and nobody this year did that triple-death-and-bury-in-the-bog thang that chivvies the gods into restarting the warmth and light, so we're fooked good and proper.
We are anyway, gods or no. Imbeciles! Degenerate treasonous poltroons, herds of them! Droves! Must have been something in the fluoridation.
A happy New Year to you all and roll on the civil war.
